"Ok, due to an incident, our reserves of certain food supplies are way down. So we're upping incentives to join the dairy production program as we make up for the loss. This will of course involve some transformation and restriction of movement for a while."

You know what it involves. Every dairy production member undergoes at least a partial cow transformation, regardless of if they're a morph or not. You see so many different mixes of cow and other animals walking in. Cow and Stork. Cow and Dragon.

A jumping spider with curling bovine horns catches your eye. Her many eyes swirling pools of hypnotic bliss. Happy cows make good milk, of course.

You enter the stall. They have it down to routine. You strip, deposit your clothes into a shoot, and let the machines do the work.

Mechanical arms move down and clasp your wrists, firmly yet gently. Same for your ankles. It's not to keep you from running, but keep you steady as you embrace the change.

Hypo-injectors against your neck, you barely feel them as they deposit their payload.

You feel it hit already. A thick heavy warmth, like your body's filling with warm cream.

Mmmm.

Your RCGs are keeping you docile. The intense hormone rush is already affecting your brain. You feel your chest grow heavy. Thick. Warmmmmm.

Your body changes quickly but your thoughts are sloooowwww.

Hooves. You have hooves now. Good. Good to stand on. You lower onto all fours, guided by the mechanical arms.

Thickness spreads across you. You're getting big. You're getting FAT.

Fat is good. Fat cows are good.

You are a fat cow. You are a good cow. Good cows make milk.

You feel your udders tingle. The tingle suffuses through your soft, cow body and you feel needy.

You need to be good. You need to be a good fat cow. You need to be mmmmmmmMMILKED.

Mechanical arms move again, milkers against your teats. Goood. Gooooooood.

You let out a loud, wanton MOOOOO as you feel your body let down for the first time. It's so good. The glasses say they're good and you're good it's good. Gooooooood.

As you're milked, your body changes more. Spots appear across your thick body. Horns, on your head. Hard, hurts for a bit but the milking feels too good to be hurt for long.

Your face feels rubbery as a cow snout develops, your lips grow plump and pretty.

That was a... a... siiiide effek, said the... uh, lady when she told you what was gonna happen. Its no problem. It makes you cow. Pretty cow. Good fat cow.

You shift on your hooves, swaying slightly side to side, shaking your big cow fat butt. There's a happy song in your head

You're being miiiilked~ You sing along in your head. Its a soft tune of bells and moos and milk and milk. You turn languidly and see your neighbor sway to the same beat. You Moo, at her and everyone else and yourself. She moos back. Happy cows. Pretty fat cows. You love her.

You love all cows. You love you cow. Herd. They are herd. You are herd. You are fat cow herd good cows make milk herd good.

MMmmm... music more. Glasses get swirly more. Words... dumb. Moos say all you need to say.

You moo loud and proud and your herd sisters around you join in kind and you know what it means. It means "Look at me! I'm a big pretty beautiful fat milky cow! My udders are thick and make so much milk! I am cow!"

At least you think. You dont really bother to translate much.

You're content to get milked, on all fours, swaying and mooing and feeling your fat jiggle so powerfully. You're cow. Mmmm. Cow. Mooooo.

Moo moo mooo...

Sometimes food comes, yummy grains and water, you eat it, gooood. It helps you make more milk so its good also it tasty.

Your thoughts sink deeper and deeper into an ocean of milk. You just moo and sway and moo and milk and sway and milk and moo and moo moo moo mooooooo.

Moooooooooooo.

MMMMOOOOOOOOO.

You're jolted awake as the chemical fixer rushes through your blood, the standard 72 hour shift ended, clarity returning. It's like stepping out of a shower, that harsh rush of cold that makes you want to run back into the warmth.

But... ok, ok, you're good.

The quota's been met, but you're free to sign on for longer term service. You're instructed to run around the gym track a bit, work your muscles to life for a bit. You'll go for 72 hour shifts, but the cow morph aspects will stay on.

Good.

A day later your back. Same stall. And to the joyful singing of your heart, most of your herd sisters are still around.

As you step into the stall, you cant help but call out a Moo to them, even before you get to change.

They respond, loud and proud.

And you rejoin the herd.

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